Tenku
06-29-2005, 02:48 AM
Lake
It's a typical humid summer night and I'm sitting on the edge of the lake's pier, watching the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fade away, and the glittering of the brightest stars. The crickets and frogs are chirping, making somewhat of a song; an duet acapella.
I breathe in deeply, taking in the piney aroma of the forest. It's great. It's a lot better than breathing smog everyday, and it's so peaceful and quiet. You don't have to worry about traffic jams, noise pollution, and the people. I like my solitude and I don't want to go back there anymore.
I start thinking of my hometown again, and I'm saddened again. Why did I have to move? Sure, it was a small town and hardly anything was there, but... I grew up there. I knew everyone and they knew me. Ever since I moved, I've never been the same. It's hard to get aquainted with people you don't know; they might not like you and you have to try your best to impress them and try to get in whatever clique they have. It's too much for me. I'm not the one to intrude on anybody; I just keep to myself and go about my buisness.
I feel the fish nip at my wiggling toes. They think that they're worms. Either way, I play along.
I sigh. I've basically secluded myself; or they've secluded me. I'm lonely but no one seems to care. I hide my tears as they start to come out, bluring my vision. There's no one around, so why am I hiding them? Is it all because I've been taught not to cry? Do I have so much shame that I am embarrassed about myself?
I hide my face for a couple of minutes until I suddenly hear buzzing noises. I look up and fireflies are fluttering about, blinking on and off. Clusters of them, far off, light up the forest and part of the lake. It's beautiful, but it's also sad to me. The last time I saw fireflies was the last time I saw...
There's footsteps behind me, but I don't bother to turn around; instead I watch the fireflies. "What do you want?" I ask.
"I want to give you something." A guy's voice and he sounds familiar.
I never said to anyone to meet me out here. Hell, no one knows I'm here. But at the same time, I'm suspicous. Could it be... no. I still have my back to him. I could feel the stare burning into my back. I don't care. Unexpectantly, he joins me, disturbing the fish; I turn away.
"I'm sorry that I didn't do it before you left."
My eyes widened and I turned to him, realizing who it was. It had been five years, but here he was, sitting beside me. "What is it?" Before I knew it, he pulled me in and kissed me.
It was a long time before I pulled back. I didn't expect him to do that ever, but I didn't ask why he did it. We stayed silent as we watched the fireflies dance across the lake. The crickets and frogs still sang their interlocking songs.
"I'll probably not see you for a while, will I?" I ask, placing my head on his shoulder.
"We'll be lucky to even glance at each other," he says, resting his hand on top of mine.
I know he's not lying to me, so I don't make any denial of it. "But," he continues, "at least we'll have a memory of each other, of this moment."
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(A little info: this happened to me as a dream involving my ex-boyfriend from way back. I think there was more dialouge so I only used bits of it. In a way, it kinda plays like Cupid. I digress though.)
It's a typical humid summer night and I'm sitting on the edge of the lake's pier, watching the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fade away, and the glittering of the brightest stars. The crickets and frogs are chirping, making somewhat of a song; an duet acapella.
I breathe in deeply, taking in the piney aroma of the forest. It's great. It's a lot better than breathing smog everyday, and it's so peaceful and quiet. You don't have to worry about traffic jams, noise pollution, and the people. I like my solitude and I don't want to go back there anymore.
I start thinking of my hometown again, and I'm saddened again. Why did I have to move? Sure, it was a small town and hardly anything was there, but... I grew up there. I knew everyone and they knew me. Ever since I moved, I've never been the same. It's hard to get aquainted with people you don't know; they might not like you and you have to try your best to impress them and try to get in whatever clique they have. It's too much for me. I'm not the one to intrude on anybody; I just keep to myself and go about my buisness.
I feel the fish nip at my wiggling toes. They think that they're worms. Either way, I play along.
I sigh. I've basically secluded myself; or they've secluded me. I'm lonely but no one seems to care. I hide my tears as they start to come out, bluring my vision. There's no one around, so why am I hiding them? Is it all because I've been taught not to cry? Do I have so much shame that I am embarrassed about myself?
I hide my face for a couple of minutes until I suddenly hear buzzing noises. I look up and fireflies are fluttering about, blinking on and off. Clusters of them, far off, light up the forest and part of the lake. It's beautiful, but it's also sad to me. The last time I saw fireflies was the last time I saw...
There's footsteps behind me, but I don't bother to turn around; instead I watch the fireflies. "What do you want?" I ask.
"I want to give you something." A guy's voice and he sounds familiar.
I never said to anyone to meet me out here. Hell, no one knows I'm here. But at the same time, I'm suspicous. Could it be... no. I still have my back to him. I could feel the stare burning into my back. I don't care. Unexpectantly, he joins me, disturbing the fish; I turn away.
"I'm sorry that I didn't do it before you left."
My eyes widened and I turned to him, realizing who it was. It had been five years, but here he was, sitting beside me. "What is it?" Before I knew it, he pulled me in and kissed me.
It was a long time before I pulled back. I didn't expect him to do that ever, but I didn't ask why he did it. We stayed silent as we watched the fireflies dance across the lake. The crickets and frogs still sang their interlocking songs.
"I'll probably not see you for a while, will I?" I ask, placing my head on his shoulder.
"We'll be lucky to even glance at each other," he says, resting his hand on top of mine.
I know he's not lying to me, so I don't make any denial of it. "But," he continues, "at least we'll have a memory of each other, of this moment."
---
(A little info: this happened to me as a dream involving my ex-boyfriend from way back. I think there was more dialouge so I only used bits of it. In a way, it kinda plays like Cupid. I digress though.)